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I am recording again and will be adding to my Podcast very soon. If you have suggestions or special requests leave a comment below.

Sissy stories will be considered but must be less than 1000 words. A good example is Saragirl’s Sissy Confession (see my story page or Podcast). Do not send me anything without discussing it first, there are only 24 little hours in a day.

Topics can include forced feminization, sissy humiliation, transvestite bondage, sissy maids, or all of the above. But absolutely no more cheerleader fantasies, too many torn ligaments.

Art: Good question. I retired several years ago, and nothing I did was really satisfying. Sure, I have motorcycles, race cars and other hobbies, but I felt stressed out most of the time. One day I was coming home from a long ride, passed a little beauty salon in the middle of nowhere, and for some reason started thinking about forced feminization. That night I made my first caption. After that it became what I feel is a very creative outlet and an excellent stress reliever. What do you think?

Me: Well to be honest I think it’s a bit silly, if not completely ridiculous. What are your other hobbies?

Art: I take pictures of old cameras in the woods. Sometimes I’ll ride a hundred miles to find the right place and set everything up, then take thousands of photos. They are my interpretation of the sublime aspects of reality.

(Correction-it seems that I originally wrote this in 2013 when I was selling sissy dresses.)

The forced feminization school girl fantasy is an all time favorite among sissies. Somehow the girls at school discover that you like to dress up when you’re home alone.

Do they keep this a secret? Do they simply ignore the fact that you like to wear panties, lingerie and dresses at home, then pretend to be one of the guys at school?

No, not a chance.

Pretty girls have certain priorities while they’re in school, and one of the most important is power. Now all pretty girls have quite a bit of power just by being pretty, and knowing that, most of the boys are infatuated with them.

They also know that a little smile or touch at the right time can turn most boys into a quivering mess of nerves and fear.

What happens when they realize that they have you by the balls, and can make you do almost anything they want? They can make things very hard for you very fast…

Getting caught in the panty drawer and feminized as punishment is a favorite fantasy for all crossdressers, transvestites and sissies. Getting caught and feminized by your Mother, and getting caught and feminized by your Mother’s friend are two very different things though.

These are actually two separate stories about the same boy. In the first one, Mom calls her friend to see if she can help. Her friend has a lot of experience with boys that dress like girls, and tries a crossdressing intervention to see if he is really the sissy he seems to be. She has limited success but he has a ball. What now?

Mom decides to take the matter into her own hands. She encourages her son to dress like a girl until the thrill is gone. But that doesn’t happen right away. It takes him a tremendous amount of practice and hundreds of pairs of panties to come to his own conclusion about the whole thing.

Both are audio stories as well as written stories, listen to the previews or read the whole thing. These two recordings and 14 others are free with a one time video signup, you’ll see the link. Enjoy!

Teresa asked me to confess my hottest fantasy, the hottest fantasy of my dirty, sissy mind. I have several, of course, I have quite the active mind, some are kind of vanilla (relatively so, I mean, S/M is kind of vanilla, right?)

Strap on sex…that’s a hot fantasy…but the hottest? Bride, French Maid. Hot, yes, but hottest?

Because I’m thinking not just “hottest” but naughty, even taboo. And I’m not just thinking fantasy, but something that I’d toe the line about turning into reality…almost.

What is my hottest fantasy, then? I want to submit to a man. Wait, that’s not so hot, is it?

Maybe not, but there’s a twist, a small, subtle twist that, if it happened, would drive me wild day after day after day. The twist? I want to submit to a man I know.

When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. Anything your heart desires will come to you. If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme. When you wish upon a star, as dreamers do.

You see sweetheart, your mother told me you’ve been dressing up in her clothes when she’s not home. And this has been going on for a while now.

You see, she wasn’t sure at first about your dressing up, and asked me what I thought. So I suggested that she keep an eye on your favorite things for a few weeks, to see if they’ve actually been worn.

Apparently these are a few of your favorite things.

It’s just like the song! Do you know that song sweetie? It goes like this:

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes. Silver white winters that melt into spring, these are a few of my favorite things. La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la. La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la…

WARNING: THIS FREE 50 MINUTE AUDIO STORY CONTAINS EXTREME SISSY HUMILIATION, FORCED FEMINIZATION AND FORCED BI. EXTENDED LISTENING CAN LEAD TO AN INTENSE CRAVING FOR THIS TYPE OF ACTIVITY.

Now let me tell you all about my friend here.

What does she want? Well, she wants to be completely transformed into a girl today. Whatever it takes. Eyebrows thinned to a pretty, feminine shape, false eyelashes, liner, mascara, shadow, blush, lipstick, pierced ears, the works.

Oh yes I’m serious. You see Ann, there really is no party, there never was. Easy sissy, its OK. I think its time to be honest. We don’t have any secrets anymore do we? Go ahead Ann, you can get started with her makeup, and I’ll explain it as you work. Its really quite a story.

You see, sissy has been dressing up as a girl for a long time, haven’t you sweetie? Are you OK, you look a little flushed? I said I wouldn’t tell? But that was before you posted my picture and phone number wasn’t it? I want you to see what it feels like to be betrayed by someone you trusted. Just sit tight honey and enjoy this.

Now, where was I? Oh yes, sissy has been dressing up ever since she was very young. She started to wear her sisters things at first. They were the same size so everything fit her just right. Panties, nighties, blouses, skirts, even her shoes! She used to get all dressed up when no one else was home, and pretend she was a beautiful, little girl. Isn’t that right, isn’t that what you told me sissy?

If you’re like most guys, you have all kinds of erotic fantasies inside your little head. And all it takes is the right picture in a magazine, or something on TV, or even a few words to get you excited.

But your fantasies are special aren’t they? Your fantasies are just a tiny bit different. You fantasize about being dressed as a girl, from head to toe.

Are there a lot of women in your life that you can share your fantasies with? Do they know how you began dressing up so many years ago and why? Do they know how hard it was to put those pretty things back exactly where they were so that no one would notice? Do they know that as much as you tried to keep your dressing up a secret, you fantasized about getting caught and punished by being completely feminized? Do they know about the fantasies you had back in school where the girls would drag you into the bathroom, hold you down, and coat your lips with bright red lipstick?

Do they know about all your other forced feminization fantasies?

The cheerleader fantasy, the lingerie store fantasy, the beauty salon fantasy, the sissy maid fantasy, and all the others that you think about every single day.

But I already know. I know what your fantasies are, how they work and what the most important part is for you. If you can get excited by looking at a picture, just imagine how it would be with me acting out your fantasy word for word. You can lie on your bed in your favorite panties and just listen…

Hi there honey, I’m Teresa. Thank you for coming over on such short notice. Now wave goodbye to your Mother, she’ll be back for you later.

Come in, come in, we have a lot to do today. Come on, don’t be shy. I see you brought a package for me. Do you know what’s inside? No? Well I’ll bet you love surprises as much as I do, and this is gonna be a big one!

Follow me into my bedroom and we’ll both take a look at the same time. I really think you’re going to enjoy yourself today. Your Mother and I have been friends for a long time, and I told her I think I can help her out. Well, actually I want to help you out.

You look so nervous sweetheart, just relax. I want to be your friend, OK? Now come over here and sit on my bed next to me. Come on, sit right here. Awww, you’re so shy aren’t you? Don’t you want to sit next to me?

Are you afraid of girls? Because I think a big part of this is that you are afraid of girls.

Now move over here. You can get closer to me you know; I’m not going to bite you. Alright, I think its time to explain why you’re here, and exactly what is in that mysterious package. You see sweetheart, your Mother told me you’ve been dressing up in her clothes when she’s not home. And this has been going on for a while now.

No? Are you telling me that you haven’t been dressing up in her clothes? Are you sure? Because your Mother seems to be pretty sure that you have. OK, tell you what, let’s take a look inside this package and see if there’s anything in there that can help us figure this out.

Now I want you to know that whatever happens here today is just between me and you. And of course your Mother. But really sweetie, she only wants what’s best for you. You have to believe that.

Ready? OK, here we go. Well look what we have here, panties, pantyhose, and a dress. Do these look familiar at all? No? OK, then let me tell you about the discussion your Mother and I have been having.

You see, she wasn’t sure at first about your dressing up, and asked me what I thought. So I suggested that she keep an eye on your favorite things for a few weeks to see if they’ve actually been worn. Apparently these are a few of your favorite things.

In the old days Petticoat Punishment was used as a form of discipline. It would often involve a boy being feminized into a sissy by a powerful female, usually a Mother or Aunt. He would then be paraded around in front of his cousins, sisters, or in some cases, girls of his own age whom he had offended by his behavior.

Petticoat Punishment included being forced to wear makeup and carry dolls, purses, and other items associated with girls. Sometimes, boys were made to perform tasks that they considered to be girls work, and to appear with their Mothers in public wearing girls clothing.

That was before psychologists knew what they now know about the mind and about behavior modification. Over the past 20 years or so, tremendous progress has been made in dealing with boys who will not stay out of the panty drawer.

The modern version of Petticoat Punishment is not really punishment as much as pretty persuasion. With the right lingerie, hairstyle, makeup, nail polish, stockings, pantyhose, skirts, blouses, dresses, heels, jewelry and perfume, hard changes can be made.Ten out of ten crossdressing psychologists approve of and support this technique, often asking for photos.

In some cases, a Mother will even encourage her son to dress like a girl until the thrill is gone. Unfortunately, this can take months or even years.

I have an example of this method I call Practice Panties, it is a 20 minute recording and is now a free download.

At last it was time for the first victim to make his appearance and there was a gasp from the audience as a young man minced into view dressed entirely in shimmering silk.

His blouse was aquamarine, with a prettily embroidered bodice and big puff sleeves, his short flared white skirt, pushed out by a mass of frothy lace petticoats, reached about six inches above the knees, and he was perched on white stilettos with six inch high heels. This sissy was the latest acquisition of Hilda Bradley, who sat beaming with pride in the front row.

“This is Susan ladies. He’s eighteen years old and he’s been in frilly dresses for, what is it now, three months Hilda?”

“Nearly four Beverly,” corrected his owner.

“And I believe you’re sending him to a Sissy Boarding School next week?”

“The Sweethearts in Silk Academy darling.”

There were murmurs of approval from several of the women who had used this excellent establishment themselves. Beverly flounced out his wide satin skirt and swished the lacey petticoats underneath…

I had been aware of his daily visits to my panty drawer for quite a while, and decided that it was time to teach him a lesson he would never forget. He had a room on the floor below me at college, and last term had somehow found a reason to have my key. When I started to notice that my panties were being moved around, it took a while to work out what was happening.

Who expects someone to go through their lingerie when they’re out? I certainly didn’t, but after a while it became clear that not only were my panties being disturbed, they were being worn. Worn by someone who was stretching the pretty lace and satin before putting them back, thinking I’d never notice.

Of course I noticed, I take care of my lingerie. And once I figured out my panties were turning someone else on, it didn’t take long to figure out when, and then who was responsible. Each day when I set out for classes, he would sneak into my room and spend a little time there. Each day he was last to his classes, and each day another pair of panties would show signs of being worn.

John woke up with a slight headache as he usually did after Nina had been trying her hypnosis on him. It never seemed to do much (she said she was building up her skills), but she seemed to enjoy doing it, and it had been a good way to diffuse the argument they’d had. He frowned at the thought of her being so pissed off with him. Usually she’d find some way to get her own back – he just hoped she wouldn’t do anything too embarrassing.

He slipped out of bed and started to run the bath, putting in some scented oils. For some reason he seemed to have woken ridiculously early for work, so it seemed a nice idea to take his time getting ready. Nina would be there when he got to the office and she’d appreciate him smelling clean. As the bath ran, he stood in front of the mirror and idly plucked his eyebrows until they were thin, high arches.

Getting in the bath he hoped Nina would be in a better mood today. He’d not done anything wrong last night, but she had been so irritable. He knew that if she remained tense like that she tended to snap and take it out on someone – usually him. Thankfully she’d seemed to have calmed down by the time she’d left, so the chances her doing something cruel were slim. As he lay in the bath he carefully shaved his body until only his pubic hair remained below his neck. Finally, he trimmed that hair into a neat heart shape before getting out of the bath…

I looked at my apartment door with shock and fear. Here I was, dressed in a short pleated mini-skirt, pink silk blouse, bra, panties, sheer white stockings and heels, and locked out of my place! These thrilling evening walks to the end of the hallway and back had finally caught up with me. I quickly realized the only way back in was to knock on the door of my neighbor Melissa, a pretty redhead I barely knew. She had been kind enough to offer to keep my spare key for me.

With trepidation, I knocked on the door. After a few minutes Melissa opened the door and smiled at me.

“Hello, can I help you?” she asked in her sweet friendly manner.

“Hi Mel, it’s me Andy,” I replied in a whisper. “I was just coming back from a costume party and forgot my keys.”

Melissa’s eyes widened as she looked me up and down.

“Costume party, huh? OK, if you say so.” she said giggling. “Sure come on into the living room and have a seat while I grab your key.”

As Melissa walked away I slowly walked towards the living room, my heels clicking on the tile…

The forced feminization school girl fantasy is an all time favorite among sissies. Somehow the girls at school discover that you like to dress up when you’re home alone.

Do they keep this a secret? Do they simply ignore the fact that you like to wear panties, lingerie and dresses at home, then pretend to be one of the guys at school?

No, not a chance.

Pretty girls have certain priorities while they’re in school, and one of the most important is power. Now all pretty girls have quite a bit of power just by being pretty, and knowing that, most of the boys are infatuated with them.

They also know that a little smile or touch at the right time can turn most boys into a quivering mess of nerves and fear.

What happens when they realize that they have you by the balls, and can make you do almost anything they want? They can make things very hard for you very fast…

Bob had been dressing up a lot more since being laid off from his job at the factory. He still woke up each morning at 6, then remembered that he had no job and nowhere to go. His girlfriend Julie was out of town on business, and her closet full of beautiful dresses, blouses and skirts, her dresser filled with soft, silky lingerie, and her collection of high heels was irresistible to him.

He would get up and shower, then put on the TV and have coffee, promising himself that he would stay out of her clothes. But within an hour he was standing in front of the full length mirror, admiring himself in her fabulous pink satin tulle baby doll, and matching panties.

Despite the anxiety, the worry about her discovering his secret, and the guilt he felt, there was no way he could stop. The layers of soft, cool, silk and satin on his skin, and the way he felt as he slipped on her nightgown was incredible. It was like a drug that he had to have…

The truth of these crossdressing interventions must be told and this is based on actual events. It began as a simple favor…

“You look so nervous sweetheart, just relax. I want to be your friend, OK? Now come over here and sit on my bed next to me. Come on, sit right here.

Awww, you’re so shy aren’t you? Don’t you want to sit next to me? Are you afraid of girls? Because I think a big part of this is that you are afraid of girls. Now move over here. You can get closer to me you know; I’m not going to bite you.

Alright, I think its time to explain why you’re here, and exactly what is in that mysterious package. You see sweetheart, your mother told me you’ve been dressing up in her clothes when she’s not home. And this has been going on for a while now.

No? Are you telling me that you haven’t been dressing up in her clothes? Are you sure? Because your mother seems to be pretty sure that you have.

OK, tell you what, let’s take a look inside this package and see if there’s anything in there that can help us figure this out…”